reigning grief...

o the rains came
         and the heavens sang
                and the grief poured down
                         all them hills
                                like a big oil spill
                                         makin’ them wish
                                                 they’d all drown
and the night bird flies
         and the silent skies
                   turn blackest black
                                 takin’ up all that salient slack
                                            ain’t no light around
                                                       no savin’ grace to be found
then the earth opens wide
           with nothin’ to hide
                      just time to eat
                                 too late now to
                                            grovel at her feet

o the rains came
and the heavens sang
and the grief poured down

o reigning grief

amen
.
.
.

purple passion...

nights

edged

in lilac seams

where

loveless

love

lies

passim

o holy grail

 

dreams

float
quiet

into

waters
purple passion
ship

wrecked
souls

take

flight
spirits

scream
to

be

redeemed
o holy grail
spewing
forth
words

unheard
the

dark

abyss
opens wide
welcoming all
on the high
high tide
o holy grail
of
nights
edged
in lilac seams

.

.

.

the jagged terrain...

 

he comes from a place far away
a place where night is day
and day brings no light
like a devil's dark blight
where love’s gone astray
and can't find its way
a place where barren is the land
like pearls of a broken strand
and cross the mountains deep
windswept tears sweep
the jagged terrain
like a ragin’ train

yes, he comes
from a place
far away

 

he comes
from
my
heart

he
comes
to
me

he
comes
for
me

.

.

.

the holy twine...

strings
of
sunshine
like
holy
twine
streamin’
down
wrappin’
my
heart
round
and
round
nev’a
leavin’
it
all
unwound

but will it be enough to cleanse
all them horrible divil’s sins
an' let me begin ag’in
gi’mme one more chance

to dance

the
dance

.

.

.

the phoenix revisited...

out of the burning embers
the mighty phoenix rose
all he’d done no one knows
even he does not remember

he spread his ancient wings
into the crimson sky
away from the streets did he fly
longing to hear the angels sing

dragging behind
the shadow of his soul
nothing now his to control
with the smell of burning flesh
his spirit now enmeshed

and from this life
he begged to part
to cleanse his anguished heart
of all his sins he did repent
only to find his time was spent

and to raise once more his mighty sword
against the maddening raging horde
of those he once called friend
who now were set to cause his end

it once was his across the land
he had the world at his command
but memories tainted by that crimson time
of life on streets when none was kind

 

the sound of his tears crash to concrete
where black leather wraps his weary feet

tracks gouged in the flesh of his face
like a lonesome railroad crossing the landscape of his life
where might he go for a touch of grace?
a land without knife without sword without strife

and so it was that the bird took flight
choosing no longer to fight the fight
of waging chaos night after night

he flew through the valley of the darkened dead
charging his mighty wings ahead
and changed his ways of war
to those of heaven afar
and from his fall from grace
the phoenix prayed salvation wait

 

and with this flight of righteousness

the holy gods upon him blessed
giving his spirit its needed rest
no longer on its violent quest

and in his stead
a righteous man a valiant man
before us now proudly stands
who of all sin now has shed

and to us proves each golden day
that love of life is our true stay
the only way

for this new man
who now before us stands

the valiant phoenix

man

~

the cruci-fiction

hey daddy i don’t wanna fall down
hey daddy I don’t wanna fall down
don’t wanna sink and forever drown
don’t wanna sink and be hell bound
hey daddy i just wanna be found

hey daddy I don’t wanna fall down
just wanna live on hallowed ground
wanna be saved and heaven bound
wash ‘way all my sins and git me a crown

oh daddy won’t you come on down

come on down and let me be found
oh daddy won’t you come on down
come on down and take me to glory town
wrap your love ‘round me and love surround

hey daddy won’t you save me now
hey daddy won’t you save me now

but how you gonna save me

when you ain’t around

hey daddy where you at
hey daddy where you at

little boys blue...

little boys blue

sinners sittin’ in a jail house row
prayin’ to a god they don’t know

readin’ the book of all the rules
but none of them have all the tools

innocence lost in sandbox play
never had nothin’ to save their day

no mother’s kiss to seal their nights
no daddy’s love to show the light

little boys lost at what a cost
lives without love now trampled and tossed

so they sit in solemn quiet
all dressed alike in prison white

faces turned up lookin’ for grace
ain’t got much time for this life’s race

arms held high for them pearly gates
searchin’ for salvation ‘fore it’s too late

heart’s singin’ sweet till kingdom come
ain’t gotta chance till servin’ is done

cross-ways art in ink on canvas flesh
ain’t enough to git outta this mess

men still boys now at the end
worderin’ if their souls will mend

wantin’ to taste of the water sweet
wadin’ to heaven in their bare feet

dreamin’ of love and another life’s dance
lookin’ to god for a second chance
                       
little boys blue
what to do

would you like to hear these words spoken?

the cleansing...

no matter what she tried and tried
her heart from inside out had cried
but from herself she could not hide

then she felt the sound of her tears
struggling to drown the ghosts of her fears
keeping them with her always near

sorrow trickling down her face
washing away love’s lost grace
leaving her soul without a trace

 

the lionman sits...

the lionman sits in stone-carved wait 

for all the children at his gate

the days are short the time draws near
and peace comes not to those who fear

for it is said that in the end
what it was will just begin

those who were will be again
you could be you or maybe kin

the seers know for what to see
as what they see will come to be

there is no secret to believe
no gods seek thee to deceive

the key to all is given all
to save themselves from the fall

to live now to live again
is simple really it’s all within
 

the ancient kings hold not the key
‘tis your own soul will set you free

 

‘tis you and you alone you see
who will decide to be or not to be

the lionman sits in sun and sand
your lives not his to command

he sits
he waits...

a re-post from travel journal - enjoy!

the crucible...

she no longer had thoughts of her own

her own mind to her now unknown

the air she breathed no longer the same

her lungs inhaling particles of shame

light and darkness no longer distinguishable

her eyes blinded to all but the holy crucible

days became nights and nights became nights without end

no longer could she pretend

she no longer had thoughts of her own

the holy trine

they come

they come
their hearts upon the drum

they come from another place
another time
from the dark recesses
of our mind

and soar on wings unseen
the tribal elders to convene

they speak in
voices still unknown
to the lion upon the throne

and from their kingdom come
the will of them be done

by the gods’ design
of the holy trine

the human to extol
and have our souls made whole

so we must now our sins atone
and in the end we’ll be shown

the way to die without death
and breathe again another breath

they come
their hearts upon the drum

they come

our

will

be

done

the naked man...

the naked man
now with me stands

shed of his fears
from all his years
living in the cold
aged but not old
disrobed of all save for his words
waiting only to be heard
and his shattered heart
tattered and torn apart
longing to be made whole

the naked man
now with me stands

in my soul i will him hold

the flight of the phoenix...

out of the burning embers

the mighty phoenix rose
all he’d done no one knows
even he does not remember

he spread his ancient wings
into the crimson sky
away from the streets did he fly
longing to hear the angels sing

dragging behind

the shadow of his soul
nothing now his to control
with the smell of burning flesh
his spirit now enmeshed

and from this life 

he begged to part
to cleanse his anguished heart
of all his sins he did repent
only to find his time was spent

and to raise once more his mighty sword
against the maddening raging horde
of those he once called friend
who now were set to cause his end

it once was his across the land
he had the world at his command
but memories tainted by that crimson time
of life on streets when none was kind

the sound of his tears crash to grey concrete
where black leather wraps his weary feet

tracks gouged in the flesh of his face
like a lonesome railroad criss-crossing the landscape of his life
where might he go for a touch of grace?
a land without knife without sword without strife

and so it was that the bird took flight
choosing no longer to fight the fight
of waging chaos night after night

he flew through the valley of the darkened dead
charging his mighty wings ahead
and changed his ways of war
to those of heaven afar

and from his fall from grace
the phoenix prayed salvation wait

and with this flight of righteousness
the holy gods upon him blessed
giving his spirit its needed rest
no longer on its violent quest

and in his stead
a righteous man a valiant man
before us now proudly stands
who of all sin now has shed

and to us proves each golden day
that love of life is our true stay

the only way

for this new man
who now before us stands

the valiant phoenixman
*

  

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the magnificent sounds of beauty in the post below - enjoy!  - 

little boys blue...

sinners sittin’ in a jail house row
prayin’ to a god they don’t know

readin’ the book of all the rules
but none of them have all the tools

innocence lost in sandbox play
never had nothin’ to save their day

no mother’s kiss to seal their nights
no daddy’s love to show the light

little boys lost at what a cost
lives without love now trampled and tossed

so they sit in solemn quiet
all dressed alike in prison white

faces turned up lookin’ for grace
ain’t got much time for this life’s race

arms held high for them pearly gates
searchin’ for salvation ‘fore it’s too late

heart’s singin’ sweet till kingdom come
ain’t gotta chance till servin’ is done

cross-ways art inked on canvas flesh
ain’t enough to git outta this mess

men still boys now at the end
worderin’ if their souls will mend

wantin’ to taste of the waters sweet
wadin’ to heaven in their bare feet

dreamin’ of love and another life’s dance
lookin’ to their god for a second chance